‘Oh, Will,’ she moaned as she squirmed beneath him. Emily loved waking up this way, her husband between her legs with her pussy already in his mo...th. She cried out as he sucked on her clit and pushed a finger deep inside her wet cunt. ‘Fuck baby, you’re so wet already.’ ‘Mmmm. Keep playing and I’ll get even wetter,’ with that Emily pushed his head back down between her thighs. His wife was getting into it now. Thrusting up into his mouth, pushing his head down. He couldn’t believe how wet. “Yes Mistress,” I nod. “Go out into the garden,” you say with a wicked grin, “entirely naked. Then kneel in the centre of the lawn in your presenting position. Wait for me.” I do as you ask. The wind and rain lash at my naked body as soon as I open the back door and make my way out. The ground is muddy and wet beneath my bare feet and the sky is dark and overcast. I settle onto my knees in the lush green grass, looking back to the house. I lean back, my thighs spread so that my stiff erect. I could taste the tartness of the berry as a ran my tongue across its seeded surface, but I could also taste Helena’s pussy juices flowing freely around the fruit. I also realised that as I was lapping to get at the strawberry, my lips we pressed firmly against her clit. Helena’s squirming and moaning were increasing measurably. She finally broke the silence: “James, that is so fucking horny and so fucking good. Keep doing it! Please don’t stop! “ I continued to lick at the strawberry and could. Not at all like facing down huge, hairy Afghan tribesmen, not at all. They were tall but they weren’t slim and pale and they didn’t smell like… He stepped closer. “You’re smiling to yourself. Again.” “I was just thinking you didn’t smell like an Afghan.” “Hound?” “Tribesman.” Her turn to smile. It did surprising things, amazing things, to her face. “No, people don’t usually…” He reached out as she spoke, undid the next button and slipped the other arm behind her back. The arm stopped her as.